I can’t; it’s a golf cart.

I closed my eyes and dived into foreign water.

I don’t know who he was,” Kavita flat-out states, “but whoever he was he sure did a number on you, didn’t he?”Mary leans forward to ensure he would see her deviant stare. “Did it ever...

To give herself a measure of credible autonomy, she had decided to invent a husband. Then, in a subsequent flash of inspiration, she had just as quickly killed him off.

She smiled sinisterly. Light mist started to slowly swirl around us. All I could see was her, the tall rocks and the white wall. She beckoned to me. I took a step and another. I...

I could have drowned…and my brother didn’t even care.

The urge to create a fictional narrative is a mysterious one, and when an idea comes, the writer’s sense of what a story wants to be is only vaguely visible through the penumbra of inspiration.

We share a bond. We do everything together. We have a piece of strong, invisible thread connecting us. It’s indestructible – it can never be broken. The thread is the key item that links us...

The last image I registered was Ethan and my hand – linked, bound and unbreakable.

A movie that gets closer to the life’s reality of the society finds always more words of mouth publicity in entirety.

I was slightly thankful when Mom finally came out and unlocked the car. It was warm and toasty inside and it smelt like home. There was not the slightest smell of something that didn’t belong...

Pale hair fell in waves to his shoulders, framing a face mortal females considered a sensual feast. They didn’t know the man was actually a devil in angel’s skin. They should have, though. He practically...

I’m gonna sit around here, stay away from there I’m gonna make pretend I just don’t care. I could get up, go get her back or maybe I’ll just let her go.Something beyond Love…lines from...

The other one was filled with loud and obnoxious tourists. Always boasting on winning a sand castle competition and seeing who could get tanned first. What a whacky bunch of people.

Grayson: Fiction is just a lie anyway.Brianna: But it’s not – it’s a different kind of truth – it would be your truth at the time of the writing, wouldn’t it?

From this we conclude, that, to live in harmony and peace…we must trace a line of distinction between those (assertions) that are capable of verification, and those that are not; (we must) separate by an...

He sent it flying at full speed. It jumped six times as well, sending ripples across the sea. The small splashes of foam turned into miniature rainbows as they caught the light of the evening...

Belikov is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he commited against you this morning.””Thank you.” I said primly. Then, I considered. “Can vipers...

I knew that it was impossible for us to be kept apart for too long.

Have you lost your mind? What have I told you Charlie about whales? You can’t MANHANDLE THEM!

That wasn’t love; that was stupidity.

Starting now,

So Mary gasped in disbelief as she heard the squeaking noise again, and the grandmother’s rocking chair was not moving at all. Then the grandmother opened her eyes and looked directly at her, holding her...

But maybe that’s how it is with art. You suffer, and in the end, everyone thinks it’s cool.

Although nobody could ever know about our friendship, that wasn’t going to stop us from being together.

Everything was quiet now. It was even too freaky quiet. The house seemed big without anyone else inside. It felt lonely; like a ghost town.

I never look at a painting and ask, “Is this painting fictional or non-fictional?” It’s just a painting.

I watched her shadow merge with the darker colours of the deep sea.

I could have drowned today. If they hadn’t been screaming my name so loudly and if I hadn’t woken up, I would have drowned.

This isn’t your world. It’s your parents. Your world is still out there, waiting to be discovered. Always remember that.

How could you fall in love with a three inch worm?

Our pendants glowed in unison and I understood that they represented us – Siren and human intertwined for eternity.

I told you; I am Arianna, the Siren, your Guardian, and how is a Guardian supposed to do her job if she is clueless about the Guardianee?

Mary approaches her before she is able to reach her station. “Hello Lily. Get anything special for Christmas?””Just the usual.” She answers. “Shattered dreams.

The difference between real life and a story is that life has significance, while a story must have meaning.The former is not always apparent, while the latter always has to be, before the end.